The destination is in fact the way, and the path is more important than its end point. I was doomed to fail from the beginning.
I felt that I could undo the existential tragedy of his death by taking his place. It was only decades later that I realized how different we truly were.
My dad had an innate love of the delicacy and intricacy of the human form and how it goes wrong. I didn't.
Becoming a doctor totally fulfilled my father's sense of purpose. Trying to fix the tragedy of his death, I saw the end goal as laudable; but I was ill-suited.
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